transition proofs, 1st set, February 1928, §1A draft level 8, 8', 8''
MS Buffalo VI.F.5 1-6; NLI.15/1/B 1-6; NLI.15/2 1-6 Draft details
Tolv two elf kater ten (it can't be) sax.
Pedwar pemp foify tray (it must be) twelve!
And low stole o'er the stillness the heartbeats of sleep.
Methought as I was dropping asleep somepart in nonland of where's please I heard at zero hour as 'twere the peal of vixen's laughter among midnight's chimes from out the belfry of the cute old speckled church tolling so faint a goodmantrue as nighthood's unseen violet rendered all animated greatbritish and Irish objects nonviewable to human watchers save 'twere
perchance anon some glistery
gleam darkling adown surface of affluvial flowandflow as again might seem garments of laundry reposing a leasward close at hand in full expectation. And as I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and |8the creepersº |aof and anda| the |awoods glidersa| and all theº flivvers of the earthbreathº and all the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in their ground8| all vociferated, echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! with a high voice and, O, the higher on high the deeper and low. I
heard him so. And lo, meseemed somewhat came of the noise and somewho might amove among allmurk. Now 'twas as clump, now mayhap. When look was light and now 'twas as flasher, now more as the glow. Ah, in unlitness 'twas in |8verity very similitude8|, bless me, 'twas his belted lamp! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a wisp before me, dressed like an earl in just the correct wear, in a classy mac Frieze o'coat of far |8''superior suparior8''| ruggedness, indigo braw, tracked and tramped, freeswinging from his shoulthern, |8'and an Irish ferrier collar,º8'| and thick welted brogues on him hammered to suit the scotsmost public and climate, iron heels and sparable soles, and his jacket of providence wellprovided woollies with a softrolling lisp of a lapel to it and great sealingwax buttons and his invulnerable burlap whiskcoat |8and his popular choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte,º and his loudboheem toyº8| and the damasker's overshirt he sported inside, a starspangled zephyr with a decidedly surpliced |8'crinklydoodle8'| front with his motto through dear life embrothered over it in peas, rice and yeggyolk, R for royal, M for Mail, R.M.D. hard cash on the nail, and the most successfully carried |8gigot8| trousers now you ever breaking over the ankle and hugging the shoeheel, everything the best, was none other from (Ah, then, may the turtle's blessings of God and Mary and Haggispatrick and Huggisbrigid be souptumbling all over him!) other than (and may his hundred thousand welcome stewed
letters multiply, ay, faith, and plultiply!) Shaun himself.
Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs Gregory and Lyons alongside of Dr Tarpey's and the reverend Mr MacDougall's, but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart tinckler's |8''ass
dunkey8''|. Yet methought Shaun (holy messenger angels be uninterruptedly nudging him among and along the winding ways of random ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the bluebacksliding constellations continue to shape his changeable timetable!) stood before me. And I
pledge you my |8'agricultural8'| word|8',
byº the hundred and sixty odds rods and conesº of h this even's
vision,º8'| that young fellow looked the stuff, |8'the Bel of Beaus' Walk,8'| a prime card if ever was!
|8'Pep?8'| Now without deceit it is hardly too much to say he was looking grand, so fired smart, in much more than his usual health. No mistaking that beamish
brow|8, those jehovial oyeglances8|! The heart of the roll! He was immense, topping swell, for he was after having a great time of it in a porterhouse if you want to know, Saint Lawzenge of Toole's,
|8'|aleave your clubs in the hallºa| (the house the |aoncea| queen |aof
Bristola|8'| |8and Balrothery8| |8'|atwicea|
admired8'| |8because her frumped door looked up Dacent Street),º8| where
|8'in the sighed of lovely eyes,º while his knives of hearts made havoc,º8'| he had recruited his strength by means of
|8'mounds of spadefuls of mounded8'| food constituting his three principal meals plus a collation, his breakfast of, first, a bless us O blood and thirsthy orange, next, the half of a pound of bacon with
|8''newlaid newled8''| googs and a rice
|8plummyº8| pudding and some cold
(8'forsaken8') steak from |8'yesternight the batblack night o'erflown8'|,
came along |8merendally8| his dinner of a half a pound of round steak very rare, with a side of riceypeasy alla mellonge and bacon with a pair of chops and thrown in from the silver grid by the proprietoress of the roastery who lives on a hill and gravy and a bulby onion and as well |8with second course8| and then finally|8, after his |afive luncha| o'clockº snack of saddlebag steak and |aolda| phoenix porter , andº praties sweet and Irish too,º8| to his regret his supper |8cum |aavec avica|8| nightcap, vitellusit, |8a carusal consistent with second course andº8| bacon with broad beans and steak |8|~not forgoing a slice off turkey-in-julef with fixins~|8| |8'and pepper,º the diamondº bone,º8'| and while 'twas after that he scoffed a drakeling snuggily stuffed following cold loin of veal more cabbage and, in their green free state, |8a clister of8| peas, |8|~suppositarily suppositorilyº~| petty,8| last. Drily thankful. Bread and |8'dulse and typureely jam8'|, |8'all8'| free of charge |8and8|. And the best of wine |8and avec8|. |8|a|bWhile the loaves are aflowering and the |~nightingale nachtingale~| jugs.b| All St Jilian'sº of Berry, hurrah there for tobies!ºa| |aBrown sherry Mavrodaphneºa|, |~Brown the brown~| prideº of |~Custardhouse our custard house~| quay, amiable |aand witha| repastful, |acheer us, graciouslyº cheer us!a|8| |8'While ever of Thee, Anne Lynch, he'sº deeply draiming! Houseanna. |aTay Teaa| is |aThe highest the Highesta|! For |aold auld langa| Ayternitay!8'| Thus thicker will he grow now, |8'grow grew8'|
now. |8'And better and better on butter and butter.8'| At the sign of Mesthress Vanhungrig. Mind you, I don't mean to say for the moment that he was |8gluttonous guilbey or gluttonous8| as regards chewable |8edibles |aswallowables swallowbobblesa|8| but |8upon the whole8| he grubbed his tuck all right every time he felt like a bottle of porter alongwith a tart or. And he was so |8'jarvey8'| jaunty with a romp of a schoolgirl's |8'complexion completion8'| sitting pretty over his |8'Oyster Monday8'| printface and he was plainly out on the |8'ramp and8'| mash|8', asº you might say,8'| for he sproke.
When lo meheard |8'through deafths of durkness8'| I saw the |8numerose8| voice of Shaun |8'(and|a,º sure,a| what more |amelodeoned melodeontoneda| Italicussº ever |asucked rawsuckedºa| egg uova in urinal?) 8'| from Inchigeela call the way how so it sighed |8(morepork! morepork!º)8| to scented nightlife as softly as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sigh open tireless secrets |8(mauveport! mauveport!º)8| to Nova Scotia's listing sisterpoles.
— Alo, alass, aladdin, amobus! Shaun yawned (that was previousday's |8pork pigeonpie8|
|8'pluzz the shampain in his head 8'|), addressing himself ex alto and complaining it was so close as of the fact of him |8'to dye
his paddycoats to morn his hesternmost,º8'|
earning his board in the |8'sweat swealth8'| of his |8'feet fate8'| as, having moistened his |8'mouth mandibles8'| upon the quiet and scooping
molars and grinders clean with his two forefingers, he sank down at once, |8'it was all he could doº8'| (disgusted with himself that the combined weight was too much for him), upon the native heath he loved, covered kneehigh with virgin |8''bush. bush, for who th who e'er trod sod of Erin could ever sleep off the turf.8''| Well, I'm literally |8'shot dished8'| seeing myself in this trim! |8He looks rather thin. I'm very fond of that other of mine. But he's looking frightfully thin!8| How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor hastehater of the first degree, for such eminence, or unpro promenade rather, to be much more exact, as to be the bearer extraordinary of these missive on his majesty's service. |8'It should h of been my other |afor he's the head and I'm an |beverdevoted everdevotingb| fiend of hisa|. |aWe shared the same chamber and we winked on the one wench and what he sobs todie I'll sing tomorry.,º for 'twill be, I have hopes of, Sam Dizzier's day.a|8'| |8|xFish hands!ºx|8| |8'Ear! Ear! Not aye!º Eye! Eye! For I'm at the heart of it. Yetº8'| I cannot on my solemn merits recollect ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such. Saint Anthony Guide!
— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, to begin with, who gave you the permit?
— Goodbye, Shaun replied|8, withº a tug at his cocomoss candylock8|. Everybody. |8Greet thee Good!º8| My heaviest crux |8'and dairy lot8'| it is. I have it from |8Saint Hagios8| Columbkiller's prophecies.
— Then, we explained, you possibly might be so by order?
— Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, it was condemned on me primatially |8by Hireark |aBox Booksa| and
Chiefoverseer |aCox Cooks,ºa|8| and there does be a power coming
over me that is put upon me from on high and so as it is becoming hairydittary I have nothing in view to look forward at unless it is Swann and beating the blindquarters out of my oldfellow's orologium oloss olorium. Almost might I say |8of myself8| I am now becoming about fed up be going |8about |~about circulating circulating about~|8| and that is why I was |8'utterly veribally8'| |8''complexed complussed8''| by thinking of the |8'Dublin8'| river as a way out or bury meself deep in my wineupon pontoon as |8'it is a tithe fish so it is and where on dearth to turn since it came into my hands8'| I am hopeless to be doing anything concerning.
— Honest Shaun, we agreed, a whisper reaches us that in the end it may well turn
out to be you who will bear these open letter.
— As, Shaun replied patly, to that I have the |8'power gumpower8'| and that has a |8'lot lock8'| to say with everything.
— Would you mind telling us, Shaun honey, we proposed to such a dear youth, where mostly are you able to work? |8'Whimper and we shall.8'|
— |8'I, Here!8'| Shaun replied while he was fondling one of his cowheel cuffs,
|8'I8'| mostly am able to walk, being too soft for work proper. I am always telling them how
it was foretold for me by brevet, while possessing stout legs, to be disbarred after holy orders from unnecessary servile work of all sorts for the relics of my time, for otherwise I would get into a blame there where thieves fall out. Excelsior tips the best. |8Go thou this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, |~after return thy dear ones then home to dearies~|. Never |afight for backa| a woman you defend,º never |adesert get quit ofa| a friend on whom you depend, never |~face make face to~| a foe till he's |~ripe rife~|,º and never get stuck to another man's |~pipe pfife~|.8| His hungry will be done! But, believe me, in my simplicity I am awful good, I believe, so I am, at the root of me. And I can now truthfully |8declare declaret |abefore my Pantokreator a|8| with my fleshfettered palums on the epizzles that I do my reasonabler's best to recite my grocery beans for mummy |8and cum8| dummy regular, genuflections enclosed. In fact, always have, I believe. |8Amen!, ptah!º8|
— Yet one minute's observation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have while away painted our town a wearing |8'green greenridinghued8'|.
— O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smiling the oily way up his lampsleeve, so shy of light was he then. Well, so be it! The gloom hath rays, her lamp is love. And I will confess to have, yes. And I am afraid it wouldn't
be my first coat's wasting like the regular redshank I am. Somebody may perhaps |8'say hint at8'| I was wrong. No such a thing! You never made a more fruitful mistake|8', excuse yourself8'|! But it is grandiose, by my ways of thinking, from the prophecies. New worlds for all! And they were scotographically arranged for gentlemen only by a scripchewer in Whofoundland who finds he is a relative. And it was with my extravert davy, |8'like glue, be true,8'| moyhard's daynoight, tomthumb.
— Do you mean, we gathered substantively, whether |8'varnish furniture8'| would or verdure |8'dyes varnish8'|?
— It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun, the fiery boy, shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring intinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog of this |8'furnished
furnaced8'| planet would I be doing besides your verjuice? That is more than I can fix anyway. So let I and you now kindly drop that, angryman! Understand me when I tell you that under the past purcell's office, so deeply deplored by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss
|8'Sanders Anders Enders8'|, poachmistress |8'and gay receiver ever
for8'| in particular to the Scotic Poor Men's Cow Society |8'(I was thinking of her in sthore)8'|, allbethey blessed with twentytwo thousand sorters out of a biggest poss of twentytwo thousand, mine's
won, too much privet stationery |8and safty quipu8| was ate up larchly by those nettlesome goats out of pension greed. It is also one of my avowal's intentions at some time, pease Pod, when I am not
prepaid to say, to comprose quite the makings of a verdigrease savingsbook surrounding this matter |8'for my publickers,º |aNolano
Nolanera| and Browno, Nickil Hopstout, Christcross,º8'| so long as,
thanks to force of destiny, |8'I am my selary is as a paykelt 8'| propaired |8'andº there is a peg under me and there is a tum till me8'|.
— Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would be the autobiography of your softbodied |8''funiform fumiform8''|?
— |8Hooraymost!8| None whomsoever, Shaun replied (he had intended and was peering now rather close to the paste of his
|8rubiny8| winklering), though it ought to be more or less |8rococo
|~rawcawaw rawcawcaw~|8| romantical. All of it, I might say, pay and perks
|8(some rhino, |~rhino, rhine, O~| joyoust rhine!)8|, was handled over spondaneously by me |8'(and bundle |aend toa| Miss |aEnders Andersa|! she woor her wraith of ruins the night she lost I left)8'| in the name of Mr van Howten |8'of |aTredcastles,a| Clowntalkin 8'| among my prodigits nabobs and navious of every subscription, entitled our evicted |8'tenants |atenements tenemantsa|8'|. What I say is (and I am noen roehorn |8'or culkilt8'|, permit me to tell you, if uninformed), I never spont it. Nor have I the ghost of a nation on me the way to. It went anyway like hot |8'pappadums pottagebake8'|. |8'And this brings me to my |afresha| point. Therefore Quoniamº8'| I am as plain as portable enveloped, inhowmuch you will shortly receive, care of one of Mooseyears Guinness's registered barrels. |8'Quick take um whiffat andrainit.8'|